Ravees looked uneasy and embarrassed, sitting with her legs spread wide, still in her pants, unlike Cassian, who sat naked beside her. "Tell me again why I need to give you a handjob?" she asked.
Somehow, Cassian had goaded her into agreeing to let him finger her, taunting that she was already a pervert, corrupted by dirty thoughts. He'd claimed he could make her orgasm with just his fingers, a challenge Ravees accepted—she'd never even managed that with her own fingers or her husband's penis, so how could a lesser man like Cassian pull it off?
"I can't be the only one getting you off," Cassian said, smirking, his member still semi-hard and sticky from earlier fluids. "Besides, I wasn't done yet, but my lady seemed worn out… so don't mind if I finish another round."
Though Ravees wasn't keen on it, it'd be awkward if Cassian was the only one touching her private parts. She reached for his member, veiny and surprisingly large, her long fingers barely wrapping around it. It felt fuller, bigger, and hotter than she'd expected, pulsing in a way that was completely different from what she knew with her husband.
Cassian's member felt heavier in her hand, and as Ravees stroked it lightly, she could see the blood pulsing beneath her fingers. Suddenly, she felt Cassian's hand on her lower stomach, the unexpected tingle catching her off guard. She looked down, wanting to slap his hand away, hating the idea of it slipping into her pants. Her stomach churned, like she might vomit, as thoughts of her husband flooded in, making her feel like she was betraying him.
Still, she was determined to prove Cassian wrong—that she wasn't a pervert, that she couldn't be corrupted like he'd done with her lady Katherine.
Closing her eyes and tensing her body, Ravees let Cassian's hand slide down her pants. She tried to feel nothing, but her sensitivity sharpened, each inch of his touch sending a series of tingles through her. The thought of not having cleaned up down there pushed aside her guilt, replaced by a distinctly womanly worry: 'I hope he doesn't think I'm dirty…'
Cassian, skilled in full-body massage and well-versed in the human body—even mutated ones like those of circle warriors—could easily heighten anyone's sensitivity. Hell, he could push a circle warrior toward becoming a domain shaper. A sixth-circle warrior like Ravees didn't stand a chance at resisting him.
Ravees couldn't resist as Cassian's fingers brushed through her slightly overgrown pubes, finally touching her already wet folds. She let out a loud moan as he directly grazed her clit, rubbing it with a sudden intensity that made her whole body shiver. Her hand on Cassian's penis tightened, stroking it with more force.
Cassian welcomed it, matching the rhythm of her racing pulse. He rubbed her clit again, then again in a pattern, drawing moans from her each time. Guilt surged through her—she didn't stop him from touching her folds, even now, in such an intimate way. She didn't want to continue, but neither of her hand pulled away from what they were doing.
Inside, Ravees screamed, 'Stop… stop… no… anghh…' her moans betraying her silent pleas. On the outside, her face twisted in frustration, teeth clenched, body tensed as she fought the sensations. But her hand didn't stop Cassian—it kept stroking his penis, gripping it tightly, while her other hand clutched the bedsheet beneath her, squeezing hard to keep her body rigid, trying desperately to block out the feeling of Cassian's finger rubbing over her wet folds.
Cassian's finger shifted, teasing her clit in a deliberate, slow pattern that drove her frustration higher—exactly what he wanted. Her hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the rhythm despite herself, each movement betraying her resistance. He smirked, catching her eye. "Want me to go faster?" he asked, his tone teasing.
Ravees glared at him, her eyes blazing with anger, but her hips didn't stop, rocking against his touch. Through gritted teeth, she forced out, "I'm showing you I'm not even feeling anything, even if I'm moving to help you get there." Her words came in one long, shaky breath, as if she feared a moan would slip through. Her voice sounded confident, defiant even, but her body told a different story, moving faster, hips bucking harder against his finger as it circled her clit, her breaths growing ragged despite her stubborn denial.
"Really?" Cassian asked, his teasing tone unchanged as his finger, rubbing her clit, slid lower to her slicker folds. "I think you are," he added, slipping his finger between them, entering her. Ravees' hips shook as he did, her breath catching as a startled moan escaped. Her body trembled, but her hand stroking Cassian stayed steady, never faltering. Her entire body tensed as Cassian's finger was drawn deeper into her folds, surprising him with how tight she was.
"I'm not…" Ravees insisted, but her hips betrayed her, lifting off the bed as Cassian's fingers moved in and out of her folds, wet sounds filling the air. Her eyes rolled back, her face still clenched in defiance as she rejected the truth. Guilt flooded her heart and mind, but her body, like some sinful part of her existence, silenced her guilty conscience, pushing her toward what might be her first-ever orgasm.
Cassian's smirk widened, clearly enjoying the tight, rapid strokes of Ravees' handjob, her grip firm despite her trembling. He watched her reactions closely—her neck arching high, her hips bucking up and down in small, unsteady motions, betraying her resistance. In her mind, Ravees was screaming, 'No… no… it's… not happening… it's just something… coming out… it's not an orgasm…' clinging to denial as the pleasure built undeniably within her. Her body shook, caught between her stubborn will and the sensations overwhelming her.
But soon, her inner protests turned to frantic screams as Cassian's finger moved with precision, brushing the exact spot she desperately craved, hitting it right as the thought flashed through her mind. 'It's coming… it's coming… it's coming…' she chanted silently, her core burning hotter with each passing second. The heat coiled tighter, spreading through her for a long, agonizing minute, her breath hitching as she teetered on the edge, feeling like she might combust. Then it broke. Her thoughts shifted, a desperate mantra of, 'I'm cumming… cumming… cumming…' as she released a rush of fluids onto Cassian's hand. The liquid soaked through her pants, nearly squirting, drenching the bed where her legs were spread, leaving a glistening patch that betrayed the intensity of her climax.